Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liechtenstein and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Stooges to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.